If the dumb shits forget to give her the drugs and she dies on them, it's their problem.IN ONE-HALF MILE, MERGE RIGHT ONTO I-85 SOUTH, the GPS voice s...id."Carla, Baby, I know how to get there. The place is less than two hours out of Atlanta. I have been past it several times. We don't have to have that thing on now," Fred laughed."Well, Jessica and I don't know anything about Georgia, and we love to hear Sweet Thing telling you what to do," Carla said, referring to the female voice on their new. Let’s come to the story now.This starts when I was in class 11th in a govt aided school. There was a very beautiful looking sexy girl in my class, let’s call her Disha. Her figure was just something that anyone can loose control after seeing her. Girls use to wear shirt and skirts which was a bonus to us. She normally used to wear skirt higher than any other girl revealing her shining thighs every now and then. I liked her a lot and wanted to fuck her hard and suck her boobs like anything. She. Her long red hair flowing down her back, her milky skin and confident stride, she had caught his attention immediately. Other men in the place had glanced across as well, intrigued by the woman who entered alone and had sat alone for several minutes without speaking to anyone, transfixed by her phone. And now she was next to him at the bar. “A gin and lemonade, please.” She placed her bag on the bar and removed her phone, unlocking it with her thumb and scrolling through her notifications. He. Saying so he took my hand and placed it over his cock hidden within lungi. I felt his cock growing hard with my touch. Slowly he lifted my saree and petticoat up and lightly made a pat over my ass. All this was happening in the kitchen.He started to massage my pussy lips with his fingers from behind. Slowly he inserted his finger into my pussy. He then turned me towards him and kneeled in front of me. Lifted my left leg and put it over his right shoulder and started to kiss my pussy. I was.